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A mist blanketed the forest, so low and dense we could barely see through it, but we kept on digging the hole. We had no other choice, and there was nowhere else to go. The onyx lake pebbly beach intimate boat cheap beer and jokes loud motor running The smell of earth and petrichor dispersed her rancid miasma. I felt ruefully relieved, but the hole was almost complete. Tiny eyes peered at us through the dark, through the leaves, from the trees, but not a chirp or tweet was aired. They remained silent as we did our deed. The wet street we came in on truck cabin nail gun hidden in the cooler her stupidly wonderful laugh awful moonlight It was finished. We climbed out, and I grasped her ankles. We swung her and let go. The wind passed through with a low groan. Burble gracious grin looking up at the stars snap yelp the start of a cry another snap of air escaping swollen tongue widened eyes The putrid miasma disappeared, buried along with everything else. And then we left. The sun crept out from behind the mountains as we walked away. The birds began their daily dance.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Our Deed
A mist blanketed the forest, so low and dense we could barely see through it, but we kept on digging the hole. We had no other choice, and there was nowhere else to go. The onyx lake pebbly beach intimate boat cheap beer and jokes loud motor running The smell of earth and petrichor dispersed her rancid miasma. I felt ruefully relieved, but the hole was almost complete. Tiny eyes peered at us through the dark, through the leaves, from the trees, but not a chirp or tweet was aired. They remained silent as we did our deed. The wet street we came in on truck cabin nail gun hidden in the cooler her stupidly wonderful laugh awful moonlight It was finished. We climbed out, and I grasped her ankles. We swung her and let go. The wind passed through with a low groan. Burble gracious grin looking up at the stars snap yelp the start of a cry another snap of air escaping swollen tongue widened eyes The putrid miasma disappeared, buried along with everything else. And then we left. The sun crept out from behind the mountains as we walked away. The birds began their daily dance.
Onyx [on-iks, oh-niks] noun 1. Mineralogy . a variety of chalcedony having straight parallel bands of alternating colors. 2. black, especially a pure or jet black. I use it to refer to the color of onyx, which is white/silver and jet black Petrichor [pe-trahy-kawr, ‐ker] noun 1. a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground. Miasma [mahy-az-muh, mee-] Noun 1. noxious exhalations from putrescent organic matter; poisonous effluvia or germs polluting the atmosphere. 2. a dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence or atmosphere. Burble [bur-buh l] verb (used without object) 1. to make a bubbling sound; bubble. 2. a bubbling or gentle flow.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
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